Biography:

Lightning flashed across the cloud filled sky.  As the rain penetrated the forest canopy, a child and his parents raced through the forest.  Two trolls pursued the three-year old child and his parents.  The monsters were gaining fast, and the forest exit was still not yet in view.  A loud roar from the troll rose above the sound of thunder as the creatures overtook the fleeing family.  One of the hideously ugly trolls picked up the child and hurled him carelessly away.  The father drew his dagger and prepared to do battle with the bloodthirsty troll.  The man made a great lunge at the troll, but was clubbed down.  With its free hand, the troll lifted the man up and slammed his already bloodied body into a tree.  The woman tried to run, but was caught from behind by the other troll.  It tossed her effortlessly into a tree.  She slumped lifelessly to the ground, like a dropped doll.  The troll then turned to assist his companion in killing the man.  The trolls made short work of him, and left him where he fell, as a bloody and disfigured corpse.  After taking what little silver the man had, the trolls walked away, cackling with sadistic glee.  Two people then emerged from a bush, and checked the bodies.  They were all lifeless except for the child, who was unconcious.  The two people, a man and a woman, took the child to their house in Hathcyn.

The child had very few memories, and could not recall his own name.  His foster parents named him Kwargh Daeghrefn, and they guaranteed him safety.  As he grew older, Kwargh experienced reoccurring nightmares of the stormy night in the forest.  Eventually, he asked his foster parents about his real parents and his real name.  They fell silent.  After a long pause, they told him of the trolls and his parents, sparing him the gory details.  They told him that he was named after a troll.  Kwargh was thrown into a fit of rage, he couldn't understand how or why they could just stand by while the trolls slaughtered his parents.  Had they no conscience?  It didn't matter to him anymore, he could never forgive his foster parents.  He proclaimed them cowards, and ran out of the house.

No sooner did Kwargh leave the house than a cry cut through the air.  The cry called for defense at the southern gate and for women and children to run for the northern woods.  Orcs were attacking.  Panic overtook the population of Hathcyn as men drew their swords and headed for the southern gate to fight the orcs.  Women and children, including Kwargh, ran for the northern woods.  A small party of orcs cut the fleeing citizens off.  Blood soaked into the ground underneath Kwargh's feet as he scanned for a way past the marauding orcs.  As he watched more and more townspeople fall, he did not feel for them.  They deserved to die for their ignorance.  Finally, Kwargh found the opening he was waiting for, and darted past his dying foster mother, past the orcs, and into the safety of the forest.  Within the hour, the town was ablaze, and nobody else reached the woods.

Kwargh was forced to live off of the forest, but he didn't mind.  The death of the townsfolk had no effect on him, and neither would being alone.  He wasn't so sure that he didn't enjoy hearing his foster mother cry out in pain with her last breath.  He had learned to hunt the creatures of the forest, but avoided trolls and orcs at all cost.

For six long years, Kwargh lived off of the forest.  Few traveled the woods then, and those that did were paranoid merchants eager to get to the next town safely.  One day a Shadow Knight came through the woods.  Kwargh watched him go by as he did all others.  Two trolls leaped out of the cover of the forest and assaulted the man.  Kwargh sighed, it was another life lost to the trolls of the woods, or so he thought.  The man brandished a sword and parried the troll's blow.  He swiftly ran the blade into the monster's belly, and removed it.  The troll collapsed, in a pool of its own blood, lifeless.  The other troll, enraged by the death of his comrade, swung at the Shadow Knight fiercely.  The man avoided the blow easily, and with one large swing of his sword lopped off the ugly brute's head.  Kwargh could not believe his eyes.  This man was just as accustomed to death as he was, and he was so powerful!  Kwargh couldn't help but idolize the Shadow Knight.  He couldn't help but want to be a Shadow Knight like this man.  He decided to follow the man, and see where he went.

The Shadow Knight unknowingly led Kwargh to Qeynos.  In the city of Qeynos, Kwargh followed the man to the Shadow Knight guild, which he later joined.  This is where the story of Kwargh Daeghrefn really begins...